Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.